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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My Sixth Life

I brought her early light in a leather pouch,And a snake's head in a handkerchief.What a fool I was.

Every April, she crouched on the muddy roadsLike something not human.First warmth carries taint,And she rolled until she was filthy with it;Don't think there weren't those who admired her.

A sick sky will deny that it ever held cloudsAnd a thousand lies without pause will make it rain,If only in the upturned palm of a lunatic.

I brought her a ring made from poisonous metal,And instructions on how to drown herself.A gray cat is no haloed nun,So if I grew claws from the ends of my fingers,It was only to prove before the maypoles went upThat God was mad or that she was. ________

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Shay, I've read this four times, and it just gets better each time. I won't even try to explain how or why because I'm not sure I know that much, I just know this is one of the best things I've ever read. That middle stanza is beyond my abilities to describe. Fine fine poem.

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“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

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